When she awoke, the apartment had been reduced to a black scar on the building's facade. Light bathed the destroyed scene, a soothing balm in the wake of terror. Her clothes were in tatters, but she hardly notices as all she knew was the shadow of her living nightmare. Her mind, still pulsing with a frenzied adrenaline told her to run. Anywhere. Quickly. And so she did.
Street blended into street until she was forced to take to the alleys, hiding from the blazing cacophony of the world. Her strength seemed to ebb and flow, first pushing her forward towards and unnamed destination, only to suddenly disappear, leaving her clinging weakly to the nearest rusted trash cans. All the while, she continued moving, guided by some internal compass that promised safety.
Eventually the city faded into the protected forest that had been its pride and joy. Her shoes had traded the grate of concrete for the soft crushing of leaves and grass, though she never would have known it. Delirium had long since taken her beyond conscious control, pulling her ever forward guided by instinct alone. Brown, green, purple, red. Streaks of color that barely registered were her only signs that she was not yet dead. And when the desperate spirit that had possessed her finally allowed her body collapse under the weight of her exhaustion, she faded into an iridescent nothingness and dreamed.
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